"I understand." Closing his eyes, Vincent opens his mind like a small wave to start and slowly expands his reach group by group. Noticing some notice the change and complain or try and listen to it. 

The hound goes through different exits to see if the scent extends passed the backstage. Damien partially shifts his arms that of fur and claws, his eyes a piercing gold that watched their back. Backing up where she stepped forward. 

Should the search for their exit be non existent, she makes her way to the top where the lights and other props would be used.